Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 489 Group Potion and Strange Gift
"Why not Professor Sprout? Those guys who live in the rainforest all day must also be passionate about herbs."

"Even I covet the treasures in Professor Sprout's greenhouse. I think those from Castrobus will be very satisfied." Snape raised the question without thinking.

"But the competition doesn't require Herbology. Or it's not based on it."

“This competition is a new type of event in which all students can participate.”

“So it depends more on what each school is good at overall.”

"If Herbology is the main focus, the students from Castrobinghe who grew up almost with magical plants will have too much of an advantage," Dumbledore explained patiently.

"So, black magic, alchemy, and herbology are not the main subjects of this competition?"

"Wait, in this competition, the warriors can use potions, right? And these potions are brewed by themselves, or by other students?"

"The mass potions that are about to disappear from the stage of history? Those guys from Castrobushe came here for this?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

As the name suggests, a group potion requires multiple wizards to make, and is absolutely impossible for a single wizard to make.

In ancient times, it was often brewed by shamans and given to leaders to bring victory to the tribe.

However, with the development of alchemy, these group potions have been replaced by alternatives that can be made by one person and at most take more time.

"Obviously, you guessed it right."

"Group potions have been developing in Castellobus. After all, they have the largest number of wizards with superb potion skills in the world," Dumbledore said happily.

"Do those Austrian and German officials have other purposes? So you want to let Arthur come. He will be a little wary when he knows that your old lover is behind them." Snape continued to ask.

"Then why not let Alastor come, he--" Hearing this, Weasley raised a question.

"Mad-Eye is also an Auror known internationally for his paranoia."

"Plus, he's retired, so he might as well--" Dumbledore didn't finish his sentence.

Snape then said, "Why not let Arthur, who looks innocent and simple, receive them?"

Dumbledore nodded and said, "I believe in Gettler, but I think we still need to be wary of his saints."

After all, those saints have another very famous name: Witch Party.

The idea of ​​believing in the supremacy of wizards, without being bound by the boundaries of Muggles and pure-bloods, has always been popular in the wizarding world.

Dumbledore did not say it explicitly, but rather than doubting those saints, he was worried that such ideas would spread in the newly opened British wizarding world.

But if it was Arthur, he believed it would be different.

"You chose Arthur for Durmstrang, I am Castrobusher, and what about Beauxbatons?" Snape asked suddenly.

"My alchemy skills are not bad, and if you know the headmaster of Beauxbatons, you should know that." Dumbledore smiled mysteriously.

What an old riddle man.

"Hagrid or you?"

"Or both?" Snape continued.

"Both." Dumbledore stood up and stretched.

Harry had no idea how long he had been at the Weasleys'.

He hasn't looked at the calendar in a long time.

He didn't even count the time on the Daily Prophet.

These days, he either stayed in his room practicing carving words on puddings with the Cutting Charm, or accompanied Ginny on walks around the village.

They even went so far as to climb the nearest stoat hill to dig rabbit holes.

It's not that Ron didn't want to join in.

But he was pulled away by Fred and George, saying that he was going to test a new product.

For that Harry was grateful.

Harry thought he would stay in this daze until the start of school, but a letter from Hagrid interrupted everything.

It was early one morning, and Harry was buttering Ginny's bread.

The familiar sound of an owl's wings flapping came from above Harry's head.

"Hello, Heiweide." Ginny, who claimed to be the hostess, lovingly cut a piece of meat pie, picked up a handful of meat filling with her fingers and put it to Heiweide's mouth.

"What is this?" Harry noticed the letter on Hedwig's right leg.

"Poor, pathetic."

"Why are you so tired, little guy?" Ginny touched Hedwig who was pecking at the minced meat, and looked up at Harry, "Where did this letter come from?"

Harry directly spread out the letter, and Ginny leaned her head over and rested it on his shoulder.

Dear Harry:
How have you been spending time at the Weasleys lately?
There have been many strangers at Hogwarts lately.

They are all the presidents and professors of the other three colleges in the competition.

There is something I want to ask you. Is the book "12 Secrets to Charming Witches" that Ron recommended to me really useful?

He said that's how you charmed Ginny.

Finally, wish you a happy birthday in advance.

I asked Hedwig to bring the gift, you will be surprised!

Your friend Rubeus Hagrid
"What a hypocrite!" Ginny almost sneered.

"So Hagrid is finally in love?"

"My Merlin!"

"I need to reply quickly. I'm afraid the contents of the book may have a negative effect."

"Hagrid finally developed a crush on other witches."

"We can't let Ron delay this." Harry stood up suddenly.

Then, "Ouch!" Ginny covered her hit head.

"Um - Ginny, I was just too anxious." Harry was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"This is all that bastard Ron's fault," Ginny grinned.

"But didn't you notice you still had a gift?"

"Where's the gift?" Ginny reminded.

"I almost forgot." Harry looked around. "Could it be that the news about Hagrid's romance is all with Ron?"

"Coo, coo!" Heiweide turned her snow-white little head and motioned for Harry to look at the ground.

"Is this a book?" Harry guessed based on its appearance.

"Could it be that damn 'Twelve Secrets to Charming Witches'?" Ginny covered her forehead with her hands, looking like she had a headache.

"I know what it is, damn-"

"Ginny, stop it!" Harry tore it open in half and saw the beautiful green cover revealing it and knew what it was.

But Harry didn't stop it.

The book immediately leapt off the table, stood up, and scurried along the legs of the table like some grotesque crab.

"Huh - huh - chi - what is this?" Ten minutes later, Ginny was panting heavily, slumped down on the chair, and looked at the strange book that was opening its pages and showing off its power.

"Obviously, it's a book." After getting rid of Ginny's interference, the agile Harry snapped the book, which was running rapidly by its cover, under his hand.

The sound of hurried shuffling footsteps in the room finally died away.

(End of this chapter)